The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

In the noisy street, hawkers gathered downstairs early in the morning, and the sound of discussing prices reached the ears of Gwen who was sleeping soundly through the window.

"Damn it! I'm just asking you if I can buy these fruits without spending any money!"

"Oh! God! Sir, it's not easy for us to set up a stall. I have two disabled children at home. I beg you, their meal expenses for this week are all in these fruits."

"I don't care about you! Give me the fruit! And by the way, give me your little pocket with money!"

"Bang!!" After several minutes of dispute, gunfire rang out.

Gwen was startled and woke up from her sleep.

After a while...

She tentatively was about to raise her head to look downstairs when there was a knock on the door outside the house.

"Are you awake, my baby girl?" George Stacey's voice came.

He is about to take up the post of Sheriff of the Manhattan Division in New York, and he has been quite excited these days.

"Dad...there are gunshots downstairs, and I'm worried that something will happen to the Latino mother-in-law selling fruit!"

Gwen opened the door and saw her father who was sweating profusely.

She also caught a glimpse of a blush on George's chest, and a faint smell of blood.

"father!"

"Don't worry, it was me who fired the shot just now. The guy who bought it for zero yuan downstairs is a habitual offender. He actually robbed my George downstairs!" George touched Gwen's head.

"Oh...Dad, are you really okay?"

As a child, Gwen felt that the police profession could give herself and the whole family a sense of security.When she grew up, Gwen hated this profession. Her father went through wind and rain every day. Not only did he have to face gang robbers with rap skills, but he also had to face criminals with super powers.

"Dad...it would be great if Gwen had super powers, so she could protect you."

Gwen, who was stronger, hugged George and ignored the blood stains on her father's body.

George sighed softly and rubbed Gwen's head in his arms, looking sad now.

Obviously, the fight with the two-meter-tall guy just now was not without danger...

.......

That evening.

Gwen wandered aimlessly through the supermarket, planning to buy food and drinks for an outing tomorrow morning.

According to Teacher Mega, they need to camp on Elm Street for three days.

The school will provide tents to prepare three meals a day for students, but they need to prepare some additional food, drinks, snacks, etc. by themselves.

Taking out her mobile phone, Gwen flipped through the text message interface and kept refreshing it.

That guy Klein hasn't responded to any messages for two days, and they all show as unread.

When Peter heard Gwen say that he was going shopping to buy some snacks, he waved his hand and said that Aunt May had prepared some handmade snacks and that he hated these puffed foods and carbonated drinks.

"Tch...little Peter, you want to save face. Sister, I already told you that I would invite you. You are too unscrupulous!"

Speaking of this, Gwen suddenly thought of Klein.

"It seems that guy Klein has the same attitude towards us. Although this guy is really rich, I always feel embarrassed to accept his help..."

Gwen shook her head indifferently and left the supermarket directly after buying a lot of things.

When I pushed the door open, I realized that it was already late.

The evening breeze in New York carries a dampness and saltiness, the weather is getting hotter, and the ground is exuding a bit of heat.

Next door to this block is Hell's Kitchen, which has extremely poor security. From a distance, you can still see a lot of garbage on the street corners.

There was even a homeless man who walked up to the sidewalk, took off his pants and started defecating.

Seeing this scene, Gwen, who had always loved cleanliness, felt a little nauseous. She carried a large bag and started to rush towards the subway station.

At some point, a group of gangsters with dark skin and hip-hop attire began to appear on the streets.

Staring at the half-grown little girl, many people showed sick smiles, and some even glanced at each other. After briefly observing whether there were police officers around, they walked slowly towards Gwen.

"Oops...this is gang territory...there can be fifty shootings a month!"

Just looking for the most cost-effective discount supermarket in New York City, Gwen almost crossed half of New York City to get here.

She could have 'purchased for zero dollars' at any supermarket chain owned by Wayne Group (really), but she was not willing to owe this guy Klein a favor.

Looking back now, I feel a little regretful.

The subway station is only 80 meters away from the supermarket, which is not a long distance.

But there were three Gunsters chasing after him, and Gwen was carrying a big bag, so naturally he couldn't go any faster.

"Little girl, we are homeless vagrants, can you give us some drinks and food?"

Gwen walked to the subway station entrance and saw the police patrolling downstairs.

"save...."

"Shhhhhhh! We are honest and kind-hearted homeless people. Little girl, please don't yell and scream, don't disturb the surrounding residents!"

A big hand, stained with the smell of sweat and asbestos, covered Gwen's nose and mouth.

Gwen felt breathless and couldn't speak even if she wanted to.

She just prayed that this guy could take her own food and leave, but...how could these guys only ask for this.

"Hmm?" Someone grabbed Gwen's legs, dragged her whole body up, and pulled her into the alley.

Gwen still forced herself to calm down.

"Gwen, calm down! There must be a way! There must be a way!"

Gwen suddenly realized that she had bought several bottles of carbonated drinks, all of which had a lot of bubbles.

She raised her hand and used the last bit of strength to hit the bag on the person holding her legs.

"Pfft! Bang!"

The cans exploded with astonishing force.

This also attracted the attention of the patrolmen downstairs. Upon seeing this, several gangsters even endured the pain and pulled Gwen into the alley.

But he was also discovered by the patrol police who were chasing him.

"Fuck! Jimmy, I'm disfigured!"

A rough guy covered his brow and complained loudly.

"Keep your voice down Johnny!"

Gwen took advantage of the other person's relaxation, struggled with her legs, and broke away from the other person's embrace.

Taking advantage of the situation, he kicked upwards and teased the vagina accurately, making Johnny say "咩"!

Then he raised his hand and grabbed it back, injuring Jimmy's friend as well.

After breaking free and wiping the sweat from her mouth, Gwen grunted a few times and ran into the alley.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill this little bitch!"

Gwen was scurrying around like a headless fly.

The intricate alleys were like a maze without signboards. Even though the tall buildings in the city could be seen from a distance, the towering walls and the thorny grids all over them made Gwen feel desperate.

The sound of extremely fast footsteps kept coming from behind.

Obviously these guys know these alleys very well, and it seems to be only a matter of time before they are caught....

Not long after, Gwen fell to the ground without any strength.

The newly bought jeans were soaked with sewage, and the sneakers changed from white to black.

Gwen leaned against the trash can, took out her cell phone, and sent a text message to her father.

"New York, the Holy Grove subway station outside the Hell's Kitchen neighborhood, the alley next to it..."

It wasn't that Gwen didn't want to ask for help early in the morning, it was because these two guys were so strong that they chased them all the way.

There was no time to send a message, and calling would also expose oneself, and two people who were familiar with the terrain here would quickly discover themselves.

Gwen began to despair as she listened to the footsteps across the wall.

"puff!"

Gwen, who was huddled behind the trash can, suddenly felt a numbness in her neck.

Subconsciously, he raised his hand and smacked it, and the spider the size of a bean was swatted to death in his hand.

"It's so itchy..." Gwen covered her mouth, suppressing her desire to speak.

Tapping....tapping....

The footsteps were soft and slow, and they had already arrived beside him.

Gwen's vision began to blur, and she subconsciously raised her hand to wave the garbage lid, muttering: "Get away... gangster..."

"This little girl is still a fan of Captain America..."

Hannibal, who was wearing a suit, licked his lips and said to himself: "You can't touch her, she is a child, and she is not a sinner."

"Don't worry, I smell something delicious."

Rapid footsteps sounded.

Jimmy and Johnny gasped, "Fuck, this girl can really run!"

"Who are you!" Jimmy took out a revolver and pointed at Hannibal.

"I was passing by and I went out to prepare a meal." Hannibal explained in a calm tone.